This is Digby Pancake. I feel very thankful to write the blog to you today. It was a very rough weekend. The roughest I have had in a very long time. And because I was feeling so awful, the persons had a very rough weekend too.
Even Peanut Butter Brickle, my best friend and brother had it rough. No one cares as much as my brother.
I woke up from a dream on Saturday very quickly because I was in so much pain. I didn’t know if the pain would go away and it scared me. The persons did all they could, Brickle let me be, and everyone laid with me on the floor all day. Yes. It was a very long day.
The persons cried and yet tried to be positive. I didn’t know how to tell them I was trying my hardest to get better. Because they told me there were many, many persons from many, many different places sending love to me. And that made me feel happy, even though I was hurting. And I kept thinking of something that happened from the night before at camp.
The night before I got sick, Girl Person was taking Brickle and me for our nightly walk around camp. It was dark and late. But there were still some persons sitting outside by their campfire. One of the persons seemed startled. Very startled, indeed. She almost fell out of her chair, stood up, and exclaimed she saw a mountain lion!
Yes. She thought she saw a mountain lion in this Georgia place.
Now. I’m no Johnny Carson. But I do know a mountain lion when I see one.
I’m used to little persons thinking that Brickle is a tiger. Mostly because they yell, Tiger! Or they yell, Lion! So we all just assumed that the case of mistaken identity was aimed at Brickle. I’m no Steve Irwin, but I know a dog from a tiger. I know a dog from a lion.
We laughed and told the startled camper person with a glass or five of wine that we weren’t scary. In fact, we were just taking a walk. Like dogs. Because we were dogs. We are dogs too.
The next day, the startled camper person and her friends decided to visit us and ask about our travels. That’s when we all laughed again at the mistaken identity of the mountain lion. That’s when she looked at me and told us I had looked like a mountain lion in the dark. It was me! It was me she thought was a mountain lion! Not Brickle.
Was I strong? Strong like a mountain lion? I didn’t think so. My middle name is Pancake. Yet, it made me feel good. Real good. Real regal. Like my brother the tiger. And so the next day when I got sick, and I was trying to take my mind off of my pain, I thought of that moment. That moment that someone thought I was a mountain lion. I could be strong. I could get thru this. And by the end of the day? I did get thru it.
I made it thru again with not only my strength, but with all of the encouragement. I. Did. It. Have you ever had to find strength deep down inside to make it thru a day or a problem? Have you wondered how you would do it? But you do it!
And to others, even though you may not feel like it, you are a strong mountain lion. Like me. Thank you. Thank you.
We will be in this Georgia place till Thursday for Digby to rest. And then? We are headed to a campground we have always wanted to visit in North Carolina. Stay tuned!